Ode to a Coke Zero
I don’t have anything but this caffeine addiction. Gets me up moving these days drives me to work plops me down in a chair insists me to stay there.
I lament no longer recalling why you were bad for me if there are carcinogens lurking in your bubbles or the bottle itself.
Round lunchtime, I reach for you sometimes only you and me and a slew of e-mails to lonely people I roll your cap across the keyboard.
Bored, I wonder why I tried so hard all nighters slurping you in college, learning Chaucer and genetics. Even at lunchtime there is no Chaucer or genetics.
I am your jittery pet, always. I must stay awake and solve my human math-a-matics. Must pace the hallway, upset sleepy-eyed cats, shuffle through the kitchen in slippers reach for another bottle-- I’ve got this I’ll solve this.